Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Chapter 480 The Retirement Life of a Down-on-His-Luck Tycoon 17

Three months later, in Rissel.

The verdict regarding Garden Pullman, the commander of the "Serious Offenders Patrol Group" on the continent of Kranta, has been handed down. He has been removed from his position within the group, reinstated as a low-ranking soldier, and sent to guard the continental border until his retirement.

Besides a basic salary guarantee and the elimination of all bonuses, the tiered retirement law requires one to leave the center of power until the age of eighty, which is devastating for a young person just starting out.

Leaving aside the contempt that would follow their sudden drop in social status, the crew members on the island of Orves seemed to have escaped unscathed.

A week later,

The list of support troops to be stationed on various islands has been freshly released. Except for places of exile like Nie Wulixi, where no one needs to be sent and they will be managed by neighboring islands, the defenses of other normally operating territories, whether private or official, have been strengthened.

Places with better pay send more people, while places with worse pay send fewer.

As for,

The news about the man named Garden Pullman, who was the only one to provide support to Orvis Island, was barely mentioned in a single line of small print in the morning news.

No one knew that he had volunteered to go to Orvis and had been granted permission to cause trouble for the island where Vale was located.

The soldiers on the island, still focused on the fact that their commander had been dismissed, had no idea what kind of menace was rushing toward them at full speed.

Although he held no official position, he still commanded respect from everyone in the extremely remote city of Orvis.

include,

That arrogant Valer, and his so-called helper—Buri's sister.

This time, Pullman used all his connections to find out everything.

Xia Youmi's social information, outdated satellite images, and the distribution patterns of resources and climate on the island were all carefully studied.

Finally, they saw through the truth that Valer was all show and no substance. Despite having nothing behind him, he dared to charge at them head-on, scaring those cowards half to death and even giving them a ship full of supplies, including his luggage that he hadn't taken with him yet.

Pullman would be furious at the thought of Valer fiddling with his lighter and sealed cigarettes.

However, Pullman was ruthless enough to give up everything just to regain that pride from back then.

He gazed at the calm sea.

He recalled Valer's ruthless order to commit suicide and his favoritism towards the simpleton, Brie. He couldn't rest in peace unless he personally participated in Valer's execution! Just wait, Brie's sister wouldn't let him off the hook either.

Even if we send supplies, what good will it do? Struggling a little longer will only give us more room to play games.

Perhaps his true mission was to make Waler spend the rest of his life in hiding.

......

Mirgiri Island, northwest.

The air was filled with the aroma of barbecue. Xia Youmi was leisurely fishing and dozing off at the same time.

Thanks to the thunderstorm three months ago, the two men were able to upgrade their equipment. Putting aside how much metal supplies a broken ship could carry, the weapons stockpile alone was exciting enough. Only a portion of the weapons had been submerged; thanks to their timely rescue and favorable weather, most of the damage was repaired.

Waler didn't sleep for three days.

Xia Youmi's focus was on food, medicine, and tools. She even found a small cart with decent capacity and some sturdier ready-made ropes, enough for them to carry most of the supplies during the move.

The original base on the south side of the island was never intended to be a permanent residence.

After observation,

They need to move to suitable locations early in the season, for example, they must arrive in the north before December, where there is suitable terrain for overwintering.

In September and October, the south will face continuous thunderstorms or strong winds.

Not long after they finished organizing the supplies on board, they watched helplessly as the broken ship was blown back into the sea and gradually disappeared from sight.

This magical phenomenon shocked both the patrol team that returned to the sea and the two people on the island.

here,

I can't stay here any longer.

The uncontrollable climate may seem to be helping you, but who knows how much you'll have to pay back after you've fattened up the crops?

They quickly gathered the necessary supplies and proceeded at a steady pace along the planned route.

Roughly speaking, the route is based on the southern base, and proceeds clockwise from the west to the north.

With more tools at their disposal, clearing a place is no longer so strenuous. Besides routinely surveying the nearby jungle and addressing their food and drink needs, they can also use the high-end sea fishing rods they found for free to have a leisurely competition.

Nowadays,

Valle lost.

Since the quantity and quality of his catches were inferior to Xia Youmi's, he had to take on the punishment of grilling fish for the day.

This requires the fish to be grilled to perfection, and all the fish bones must be removed before plating and serving.

They were treated like royalty.

Xia Youmi usually only loses a few symbolic rounds, but he always wins. It's not that he asks Nian Nian to help him cheat, but rather that Wale doesn't know how! This seemingly invincible boss who can do anything without batting an eye can't even learn how to fish!

Xia Youmi has provided free instruction on both posture and experience.

But ironically, the fish just wouldn't bite his rod in the same spot.

Valer didn't lash out in frustration or stop playing; he simply stared intently at the sea, cursing the fish to all die of stupidity. Once, Xia Youmi overheard the boss's mutterings and almost lost her composure.

but,

Later, when Wales had a catch, they all said that the fish was stupid enough to take the bait.

After the fisherman Xia Youmi finished grilling the rice, he didn't bother to snatch it away to eat, afraid of catching something from the fish.

Although their cooking skills were excellent and their seasonings were plentiful, the large bags of ingredients they smuggled from the ship's kitchen were enough to last them a long time.

However, there must be a way for Xia Youmi to reasonably vent her dissatisfaction.

They migrate once a month, but their exploration of the jungle always remains superficial. Although they occasionally need to avoid the watchful eyes of patrol boats, Xia Youmi knows clearly that Waler doesn't want to go in.

They could only walk along the coastline.

Over time, their relationship also began to change.

Xia Youmi clearly had earned Waler's extraordinary trust, but conversely, apart from occasional moments alone, Xia Youmi was filled with suspicion and distrust towards Waler's behavior.

It was as if she sensed that everything, inside and out, was being performed for her.

Although putting on a show for her was not the real purpose of all this.

She believed that Bry's request to take care of her after taking the bullet was not part of Valer's plan.

But undoubtedly,

Xia Youmi was kept in the dark. The truth might be on the nearby island of Orvis, a piece of information Nian Nian overheard when a patrol ship approached. Or perhaps, the truth lies hidden in the center of a deserted island.

That place that she hadn't scanned because of the distance.

......

Nighttime, beside a campfire.

Xia Youmi tore the fish pieces that had been smoked for a long time into strips, sniffed them, and found no pungent tobacco smell, only a faint aroma of wine, char, and a hint of sweetness.

"Boss! Please enjoy!"

"..."

Valer was used to the playful title "Big Boss." Ever since they started playing the game where the loser of a sea fishing competition had to serve the other party, Xia Youmi seemed to have lost her fear of him.

"Is it yummy?"

"Ah."

"Hmm? It smells so good! This is smoked fish made with high-end Montecristo cigars and rum, seasoned and grilled multiple times!" Xia Youmi picked up a piece, sniffed it, and then slowly put it into her mouth with a feigned look of intoxication.

"Ah, smoked fish."

Valer curled his lips into a smile as he watched Xia Youmi act with great immersion, but when he picked up the snack in his hand, it was just smoked fish no matter what.

"No!" Xia Youmi emphasized, "Boss, you need to take this with a grain of salt. This is spoils of war, a gift from your defeated adversaries. Shouldn't it also carry the flavor of victory and joy, in addition to its inherent flavor?"

"No," Valer said coldly, "small fry, not worthy."

"Oh."

Xia Youmi reluctantly complied, silently enjoying the precious snacks.

She initially thought that if Valle saw the intact cigar box, he would contemptuously throw it into the sea or smoke it. But to her surprise, Valle, who already had a smoking habit, simply played with it for a while before tossing it to Xia Youmi, saying it could be used as fuel.

Fuel, of course, should not be wasted.

She presented a conceptual recipe and also took some wine and syrup, and Valer didn't seem to notice anything amiss.

It's as if what the small fish cherish is not worth mentioning, even if it goes unseen.

Xia Youmi's thoughts drifted away, recalling Garden Pullman, whom Valle had mentioned. He didn't have a role in the original text, but the troublesome nature and the look in his eyes suggested that he wasn't as simple as he seemed.

If the world's will is centered on Valer, then without a doubt, the character who can keep pursuing him even when he is down on his luck is definitely not some nobody who can be taken down in one go.

"cough!"

"Ok?"

“Don’t confront those small fry head-on.” Valer rarely spoke so gently to those who were somewhat distracted. “If you get caught by them, they will definitely not let you go. They’ll skin you alive. You might as well kill yourself as soon as possible.”

"I understand, but brother, even if I get captured, I'll definitely hold out until you come and eliminate the enemy!"

"Is that right?" Xia Youmi looked at the serious-looking man intently.

"hope so."

Valer got up and threw his portion of dried fish into the fire.